If آپ cut it down, then you'll never know. And you'll never hear the بھیڑیا cry to the blue مکئی moon. For whether we are white یا copper skinned, We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain. We need to paint with all the colors of the wind. آپ can own the earth, and still, all you'll own is earth until آپ can paint with all the colors of..... The wind.
I did this song for solo ensamble. I have it memorized.
